Alpha Dane
The dim light of the study cast long shadows across the polished wood table where I sat opposite Alpha Carl. Both of us were quiet, the tension between us thicker than the smoke curling from the amber glass in my hand.
I said broke the silence finally, voice low but firm. “Daphne will be home soon. The wedding plans are nearly set.”
Carl shifted uneasily, his gaze flickering away. “About that…” He cleared his throat. “I’ve been thinking. Now that Daphne’s… well, not a virgin anymore, I’m not sure I want to go through with this.”
My jaw tightened. “What are you saying?”
Carl ran a hand through his grey hair, avoiding my eyes. “I heard she confronted the council herself. Bold. Reckless. Maybe too wild for a Luna.”
I slammed my glass on the table, the liquid sloshing over the
